Count Dracula: Listen to them. Children of the night. What music they make.

[Dracula goes up the steps, and waits for Renfield, who without difficulty, cuts open a huge spider's web using his walking stick.]

Count Dracula: The spider spinning his web for the unwary fly. The blood is the life, Mr. Renfield.

Renfield: Why, er... yes.

Renfield: He came and stood below my window in the moonlight. And he promised me things, not in words, but by doing them.

Abraham Van Helsing: Doing them?

Renfield: By making them happen. A red mist spread over the lawn, coming on like a flame of fire! And then he parted it, and I could see that there were thousands of rats, with their eyes blazing red, like his, only smaller. Then he held up his hand, and they all stopped, and I thought he seemed to be saying: "Rats! Rats! Rats! Thousands! Millions of them! All red-blood! All these will I give you! If you will obey me!"

Abraham Van Helsing: What did he want you to do?

Renfield: That which has already been done! [giggles sinisterly]

Mina Seward: [doing an impression of Dracula] "It reminds me of the broken battlements of my own castle in Transylvania." [chuckles] Oh, Lucy, you're so romantic!

Lucy Weston: Laugh all you like. I think he's fascinating.

Mina Seward: Oh, I suppose he's all right. But give me someone a little more normal.